A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! Oh and guess what? They have a Bacon-Maple Sunday at Denny's. No joke. I was out for breakfast and saw it advertised and all I could think was "Aaw yeah, Bitches! Americest, it's what's for breakfast!" I may need to tone down the fandom for awhile, lol! This chapter is almost entirely CanAme bickering and sexy times. I hope no one minds the lack of plot.
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Sorry for the long A/N but here is some comic book trivia that will be important for you to know in this chapter:
Captain Canuck - an independently produced Canadian comic book hero from the 1970s
Nelvana - refers to Nelvana of the Northern Lights one of the first superheroines. You know Nelvana the animation company with the cute polar bear? Named after her!
Superman - You all know Superman, but did you know he was created by Jerry Spiegel (American) and Joe Shuster (Canadian)? Yes. In my head-cannon this makes him a CanAme love child. Screw Kryptonian heritage I know where he really got that super strength...and maybe Canada can secretly fly or something? Who knows. Now I'm bummed out that one of Superman's powers isn't invisibility. That'd be too perfect.
Wolverine - Marvel comics character born in Alberta trained by the Canadian military. You all know Wolverine ^_^. I'd like to do a Hetalia AU based off the relationship of Wolverine and Captain America. Maybe a project for a later date. Wolverine!Mattie would be SO OOC
but I'd love him anyway (*cough* in all the wrong ways *cough*). Captain America!Alfred on the other hand...maybe not so OOC.
Guardian - leader of Alpha Flight Marvel's all-Canadian superhero team. He's sort of like the Canadian version of Captain America and people get him confused with Captain Canuck because their Canadian Flag themed costumes are similar.
Department H - in the Alpha Flight/ X-men universe Department H is the secret branch of the Canada's Department of Defence that deals with superheros.
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Chapter 13: Suck My Timbits
The weekend could not come soon enough.
For some reason the lack of Matthew in his daily routine was starting to grate on Alfred.
His days invariably followed the same pattern:
Wake up
Shower
Get Mcdonald's
Receive annoying text from Matt bashing Starbucks
Threaten to kick him in his Timbits
Go to work
Get Mcdonald's
Come home
Play video games with Tony
Get Mcdonalds
Prank call England
Eat ice cream
Exchange semi-erotic texts with Mattie
Masturbate in the shower
Go to bed feeling lonely
To the north, Matthew was having a similar problem and wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He missed Al when he went away but wasn't in the habit of pining about it. Yes, things were certainly changing. He was starting to miss the little annoying things Alfred did, and that's when Matthew realized he had it bad.
He was starting to get bored with his daily schedule:
Wake up
Shower
Stare forlornly at pancake skillet
Feed Kumajiro
Go to Tim Horton's for coffee and a doughnut
Smirk at the inherent superiority over Starbucks
Text this to Alfred
Laugh at angry response
Go to Work
Have a healthy lunch
Come home
Watch Hockey with Kumajiro
Cook dinner
Go over e-mails, delete sex advice from France
Read
Receive corny, would-be erotic text from Alfred talking about eating his "Canadian Bacon"
Laugh
End up masturbating about it in the shower anyway
Go to bed feeling lonely
So when the weekend finally came Alfred was whistling a cheerful tune as he left his apartment to pick Matthew up at the airport.
When he arrived it was easy to spot Matthew's bright red hoodie when he was surrounded by a mass of people in black and grey overcoats.
"Mattie~!" Alfred's hand shot up in the air waving wildly. Matthew smiled and returned the gesture with a small wave of his own as he made his way to Alfred through the crowd of people queuing for taxis.
When they reached each other Alfred pulled Matthew into a bone-crushing hug and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Who's my cute little Canuck?"
"Alfred~!" Matthew groaned attempting to go invisible very aware of the people packed closely around them. "We're in public!"
"You are!" Alfred chimed completely ignoring him.
Alfred took Matthew's bag and slung it over his own shoulder. He linked his arm with Mattie's and fairly dragged him to his car.
"I can't believe you drive in D.C!" Matthew chided him as he climbed into the passenger seat.
Alfred snorted. "I won't be enslaved to a subway schedule. I'm a free man!"
"You're killing us all."Matthew didn't want to argue this early into his visit but it honestly seemed inevitable every time they got together.
Alfred laughed. "Chillax bro! I'm working on a car right now that runs on corn oil AND fights crime while you're sleeping."
Matthew shook his head and hid a smile behind his hand. "You're unbelievable."
Alfred sped out of the parking lot. "Gotta have it all baby."
"That's kind of your motto for life isn't it?" Matthew asked.
"Hell yeah," Al grinned. "that and E Pluribus Unum."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Your ego never fails."
"Aaw," Al was totally undeterred by the criticism instead he reached over and pinched Matthew's cheek. "Out of many you're my only one!"
"Oh my god!" Matthew pulled away and buried his face in his hands while Alfred laughed loudly at the blush on his face. "just...oh my god!"
"It's way better than From Sea to Sea anyway."
"Shut up!" Matthew smacked him on the arm. "Is not!"
Alfred laughed. "You're such a hippie, dude! You're obsessed with nature. You have a leaf on your flag man, a leaf! And your motto is all about the sea and stuff and your obsessed with, like, beavers and moose and shit."
Matthew held his chin up proudly. Why had he been missing Alfred again?
"You say that like it's a bad thing but just wait when your pollution has driven all your wildlife off and devastated your land you'll feel differently. When Minnesota has to get a new state bird because you've killed off all the loons don't come asking me for help!"
Alfred pushed him playfully. "I think you're all the Great Northern Loon I can handle thanks."
"You think i'm the crazy one?" Matthew would've pushed him back except Al's increasingly reckless driving on their way to his apartment was worrying him. "Let's take a vote of that at the next world meeting, eh?"
Alfred scoffed. "We could try but they'd all just be like "is America crazier than who?" ."
Matthew sulked. "Low blow bro. Not that they'd even need to know who in order to vote correctly since you're crazier than anyone."
"I take that as a compliment!" Alfred grinned.
"You would." Matthew pouted.
The two continued bickering all the way to Alfred's apartment, while parking, and in the elevator heading up to his floor.
As soon as they got into the apartment with the door closed Matthew pushed Alfred hard against the wall kissing him passionately. Alfred went along with it checking his strength and letting Matthew play the aggressor.
"Ooh violent!" He mocked "That's not very Canadian of you is it, eh?"
Matthew growled and nipped Alfred's ear.
"Stop it with the Canadian Jokes!"
Alfred squealed and pretended to be distressed. "What Canadian jokes? I don't know what you're talking aboot!" Matthew slammed his hips against Alfred's and hissed
"Can it, Yankee!"
Alfred taunted him with the maturity of a 2 year old
"Make me!" He stuck out his tongue.
"I will!" Matthew forced his own tongue in Alfred's mouth in retaliation
coaxing a moan from his southern brother.
"Oh Canada~!" Alfred ground against Matthew "I should've known you were a pervert from the minute I heard your national anthem!"
"Oh say I can see how much you like it." Matthew purred against Alfred's neck.
Alfred chuckled and shook his head wrapping his arms around Matthew's waist.
"God I missed you."
"Needy." Matthew scolded ignoring the hypocrisy of the statement. Al's ego could go without knowing how much he missed him. He probably knew anyway.
"It's only been a week."
"A week is a long time!" Alfred protested while running his hands down Matthew's back.
"Someone needs to teach you how to take things slow." Matthew spoke softly against Alfred's ear as he slipped a hand beneath his shirt.
Alfred was surprised by the sudden feeling of Matthew's hand on the bare flesh of his chest. It still amused him the way his typically timid Matt didn't hesitate to initiate their contact.
He supposed it was true what they said about the quiet ones.
Al threaded his fingers into Matthew's hair and grinned. "You gonna be the one to do it?"
"Who else has the patience to deal with you?" Matthew asked with a smile before latching on to the sensitive curve of Alfred's neck and gripping his hip bones tightly with both hands.
"Hmm" Alfred pretended to think. "I dunno. Maybe Kiku, he's a pretty laid back dude."
Matt frowned and pulled back from Alfred's neck. "Trying to make me jealous, eh?"
Alfred pulled him closer. "That depends. Is it working?"
'Maybe a little.' Matthew pouted. "Of course not. Who could be jealous over a spoiled brat like you?" He smirked and poked Alfred playfully in the side.
"Hey," Alfred nipped him playfully. "You're only allowed to call me spoiled when you have pancakes in your hands and I don't see any pancakes."
"No." Matthew teased sliding his hands down Alfred's back and squeezing his ass. "They're a bit busy right now."
Alfred laughed.
"What?" Matthew demanded.
"You're just too cute!" Alfred smiled. "Especially when you're trying to be aggressive."
Matthew blushed. "I'll show you trying!"
"Ah!" Alfred yelped as Matthew sharply pinched his nipple.
"What the fuck?" Alfred demanded. "What is your obsession with my nipples? What's next? Will you be hooking them up to a car battery? Is that it Mattie? Are you a closet sadist?"
Matthew laughed and hooked an arm around Alfred's waist. "Would you shut up and kiss me? How is this relationship ever going to work if we can't stop taking shots at each other long enough to make out?"
"How is it going to work if you murder my nipples you..."
Al's words were cut short by Matthew's demanding lips.
It was hard to continue arguing when the feeling of Matthew's hard cock pressing against his own through all too constricting jeans was making him weak in the knees.
Al reached a hand down to stroke Matt's erection. His fingers danced over denim and caused Matthew's heart to quicken. He loved the feeling of Alfred's hands on him.
Matthew pressed against the hand that was groping him and plunged his tongue deeper into Alfred's mouth, loving the way his soft lips parted for him.
"Mattie," Alfred squeezed him suddenly causing Matthew to moan. "Let's get out of the doorway. Why don't we take your things to the bedroom?"
"That's the best idea you've had this decade." Matt replied, his hands on Alfred's waist and his blue eyes darkened with lust.
Alfred felt his cock throb in response to the look Matthew was giving him. He loved this side of Matthew. He loved it and didn't know how he'd gone so long without it.
Alfred slid his hand into the back pocket of Matthew's jeans as they made their way across the apartment to Al's bedroom. He was thankful Tony had the good sense to make himself scarce. The last thing he needed was to run into the foul mouthed alien while he was sporting a full blown erection.
The minute Alfred dropped his bag next to the bed Matthew was on him again.
Alfred stripped Matthew of his coat as they kissed and slid his hands under Matthew's sweater feeling the definition of his muscles and the soft flesh that covered them. He was smooth and warm and inviting and Alfred felt himself harden from the touch alone.
Matthew tugged on Alfred's sweater forcing him to stop touching him long enough to lift his arms so Matt could pull it off over his head. Alfred didn't know where or how far this was going but he loved it and knew he was along for the ride all the way. He hurriedly slipped out of his sneakers and Matthew did the same.
Matt tossed aside his own sweater and soon it was all pale bare flesh pressed against tan and soft flat stomachs and rippling abdominals lips locked and tongues teasing as twin bodies entwined falling back against the bed.
Alfred's hands massaged Matthew's back as he moved to kiss, lick, and suck on the nipples Alfred had accused him of abusing.
"Mattie...Mattie..." the talkative American whimpered as Matthew stimulated his sensitive pink nubs.
Matthew loved the sound of Alfred whimpering his name. It felt right. It felt like his prerogative to have Alfred underneath him like this moaning for him.
Making the world's preeminent superpower arch his back and beg for it? That kind of thing could go to a guy's head.
Matthew still had some French in him and he knew how to use it. He tried not to think about that right now because, frankly, thinking about Francis while touching Alfred was starting to piss him off.
Oh no, he refused to get jealous. That was Alfred's shtick.
Matthew moved his hands to Alfred's zipper preparing to free his erection. Alfred inhaled sharply as he watched Matthew undo his pants and pull out his cock.
Matthew loved the sight of it hot, hard, and already wet with precum. Alfred was so sensitive that he seemed to keen at the slightest touch. Matt supposed Alfred's hectic life left him little free time to pursue his pleasures. Not to mention that Alfred's childish nature and residual puritan leanings, Matthew knew, led him to be more monogamous than Hollywood would have you believe. It wasn't that Matthew was the type to bang them left and right, far from it, but it had probably been longer since Alfred had been with anyone. That thought was darkly satisfying and Matthew fully intended to exploit it. He loved the sounds he could draw out of Alfred.
"Oh god Mattie are you gonna...ah!" Alfred gasped as Matthew wrapped his hand tightly around the base of his cock and slipped the head into his mouth. Matthew teased him by swirling his tongue around the tip and licking the underside.
Matthew pulled back long enough to divest Alfred of his pants and underwear. Alfred was going to protest the fact that Matt still had his pants on but the Canadian got the jump on him before he could even open his mouth.
Instead of the intended complaint the only thing that came out was a muffled cry of pleasure as the underside of his cock slid along Matthew's tongue and deep within his mouth.
When Matthew straightened his throat and slid Alfred's cock over the threshold Alfred, ironically, was the one making a chocking noise.
His toes curled and his head flew back involuntarily.
'Oh Fuck,' He thought. 'This is not how this was supposed to go!'
Where was his blushing virginal Matthew who had slipped to his knees so many times in Alfred's dreams and taken his cock in hand asking shyly "Are you sure it'll fit?"
Matthew wasn't sure if Alfred was actually trying to say something through his strangled noises of passion as he started to rhythmically deep throat him while massaging his balls but he thought he heard something about "Too cute" and "False advertising" .
When he felt Alfred's hips begin to buck and feared he was close to climax Matthew drew back and squeezed the base of Alfred's cock causing his southern twin's eyes to snap open as he fixed him with a shocked look.
"Wha...M-Mattie...What?" He demanded his brain refusing to function properly as all his blood had run south. He'd been so close, so close, and it had felt so good!
Matthew smirked. "I told you I was going to teach you to take things slow, didn't I?"
Alfred's lower lip trembled. "You wouldn't!"
Matthew squeezed him tighter causing Alfred to let out a small hiss of pain. "That's villainous!"
"Patience is a virtue." Matthew shook a finger at him as Alfred tried to buck up into his impossibly tight grip.
"Bro If you were anyone else," Alfred glowered "I'd bomb you for this."
Matthew laughed. "We're just going to have to break you of that habit, eh!"
"F-fuck you!" Alfred stuttered as Matthew loosened his grip slightly leaned down to lick the tip of his cock. When Matthew continued his ministrations at a painfully slow pace, Alfred grew frustrated and balled his fists around the sheets whining "You can't fucking orgasm denial the United States of America!"
"I can't?" Matthew smirked pulling off Al's erection with a resounding 'pop!' "I'm pretty sure I just did."
"I oughta flip you over and...and..and..." Alfred started to get fuzzy on the details of just what he'd planned to do to Matthew when the northern nation slid his cock back in his mouth and ran his tongue from the base to the tip.
Alfred was pretty sure his face was as red as Russia but he was willing to bet communism was never as hot as what Matthew was doing to him right now.
The way his soft warm lips wrapped tight around his cock brushing over them with each thrust in and out was enough to undo Alfred never mind what he was doing with his hand.
In fact what was he doing with his hand? Alfred didn't know but it felt better than a warm slice of apple pie after hitting a home run and kissing your high school sweetheart all rolled into one.
"Matthew, Matthew..." It was all he could do to repeat Matthew's name like a mantra to keep himself from running off at the mouth and making all kinds of mushy exclamations, declarations, and promises that would probably spoil the mood.
He was pretty certain the way Matthew was teasing him with his tongue sucking him in with his hot wet mouth and massaging his balls with his large soft hands had him willing to say anything.
Except...
when he felt so close to spilling the whole Mississippi down his throat Matthew pulled back and taunted him.
"Say Please."
He could say just about anything, except that.
Twice! Twice! The little Maple bastard had done this to him twice.
"I'm going to kill you Canada," Alfred growled intentionally using Matthew's formal name. Goddammit, he needed to come so bad it was painful.
"I'm serious. We're going to war."
"Bad." Matthew pinched his inner thigh causing Alfred to jerk back and unintentionally rub against the tight grip of Matthew's hand only further exciting him. "Don't joke about war. Now don't you want to come?"
He accentuated his question by resuming the movements of his hand and mouth and causing Alfred to keen happily.
'For fuck's sake,' Alfred thought 'If I didn't love him so much...'
His face was flushed, his heart was beating too fast, and he was so ready he just needed a little more.
He just wanted to wrap his hands in Matthew's beautiful golden hair, look into those blue eyes so close to his own, and spill himself inside him.
"Dammit dude," Alfred moaned. "Don't tease me. You know I do."
Matthew pulled back pumping Alfred with his skillful hand while he cupped, licked and sucked on Al's sensitive balls.
"Ask nicely." Matthew prompted him.
Alfred swallowed his pride but god was Matthew ever going to pay for this one day.
"Mattie please."
That was all Matthew needed to hear to bring Alfred to completion.
He took him deep and fast and let him come straight down his throat as his southern twin arched his back, let his eyes flutter closed, and collapsed with a broken cry.
"Are you feeling relaxed now, baby?" Matthew asked licking his lips and massaging Alfred's thighs as Al lay back panting from the force of his orgasm.
"God yes." Alfred turned his head and whimpered as Nantucket grazed the pillow. Every bit of him was gloriously exhausted and hyper sensitive. Had he been mad at Matthew about something? He couldn't remember he felt like his brain had turned into a giant pile of sexually satisfied mush.
'Good.' Matthew thought to himself with a smile as he moved to situate himself between Alfred's legs. 'because I'm about to fuck you until you can't walk.'
Alfred was still too high from what had just happened to notice or care as Matthew spread his legs and let his hands brush reverently over Alfred's warm golden skin.
Only once Matthew had reached over into his bag and pulled out a tube of lubrication and asked
"Are you alright with this, Alfie?"
did Alfred finally wake up from his daze and take notice of the position he was in and the large, hard cock that was pressed up against his own still semi-hard member.
"Woah woah woah." Alfred put up his hands. "I'll, uh, I'll return the favor man but I don't, uh,I don't do that."
Matthew quirked an eyebrow. "You don't what? Have anal sex?"
It made Matthew's stomach churn to mention Francis but it was relevant so he did.
"I remember the revolution Al. I know you were with Francis at the time."
Alfred blushed furiously and turned his head away "Well yeah I mean I have anal sex, sure, but I don't, you know,I don't...I'm the hero, dammit!"
Matthew had supposed he'd encounter a problem like this with Alfred. He would just have to be patient and reason with him and they'd get through it.
"So you don't bottom because you're the hero, right?"
Alfred nodded.
"So what kind of message is that sending me if I bottom all the time? That I'm somehow lesser?"
It's not that he wasn't willing to bottom for Al, he was, but he had to make it clear to Alfred (and early on before they became set in their ways) that he expected this to be on equal footing, and more over, it was time Alfred learned that there was nothing emasculating about what Matthew was asking him to do.
"No dude!" Alfred replied. He would never want to make Matthew feel that way. "That's not what I'm trying to say at all!"
Alfred remember his early years and his first sexual encounters. He'd been so full of fear then fear of being dominated of falling back under the thumb of yet another foreign power. He'd had to assert himself in new and stressful ways. The French Empire then had been so powerful and it would've been easy for Alfred , being younger and weaker at the time, to have been pulled in by Francis's magnetism. So he'd refused to let him top and only agreed to a physical relationship on his terms. Which Francis, in a gesture of extreme kindness and understanding for Alfred's delicate emotional situation, had agreed to.
Unfortunately this had done nothing to abate his fear of being dominated or of incorrectly linking this fear with sexual position. Of course, It never occurred to him that there could be anything wrong with him topping all the time. Probably as a result of his only previous experience being with Francis who was much older and much more powerful then so he'd never had to consider it.
He stared up into patient blue irises and remember that this was his twin he was talking about the nation who was closest to him geographically, culturally, and emotionally.
He was with Matthew now.
It was Matthew asking him for this and their dynamic was completely different. Matthew was not a new friend, as Francis had been, he was an old friend. His oldest friend.
Matthew was not and had never been an empire. Matthew wasn't like other countries. Alfred could trust Matthew. Matthew didn't want to hurt him. Matthew would never want to hurt him.
Alfred took a deep breath and came to the realization that if he couldn't do this with Matthew then he couldn't do it with anyone.
"Then why don't you want to do this?" Matthew pressed.
Alfred felt sick in his stomach but looked up at Matthew.
'It's okay. It's just Mattie. You can be honest with him. You can be vulnerable with him.'
"Look man," his voice cracked a little. "I'm just a bit scared, okay?"
Matthew leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "It's going to be fine Al." He stroked his cheek. "You know I'll take care of you."
Alfred bit back the urge to insist that he didn't need fucking taking care of, that he was the one who took care of people, because deep down he knew he did want to do this with Matthew (and with only Matthew) and that his words were reassuring.
Matthew on the other hand was much less calm than the confident aura he tried to project for Alfred's sake. He had topped before and bottomed and was confident in his ability to make sure Alfred was properly prepared and enjoyed himself as much as possible his first time but he was unprepared for seeing his cocky, powerful brother so vulnerable and unsure.
It was unnerving but it was also intoxicating to know that of all the nations on earth he was the only one Alfred would trust to penetrate him. Matthew couldn't deny from the heat that pooled in his stomach how good it felt to know that. It felt good. It felt really fucking good.
'Suck that, France.' Matthew thought before feeling very petty. He needed to keep the moral high ground on this issue. If he let Al think giving into jealousy was acceptable things did not bode well for Cuba or, god forbid, someone he'd actually been with like The Netherlands or New Zealand.
It was best if Alfred never found out about his previous boyfriends.
After stripping himself of his pants (and earning an appreciative noise from Al in the process)
Matthew began by coating his hand lightly in lubrication and bringing Alfred back to full hardness.
His own cock throbbed painfully but he could be patient. The knowledge that he would soon be inside Alfred for the first time was enough to sustain him.
Alfred frowned slightly as Matthew's first finger entered him with some difficulty. It was a strange sensation, not entirely unpleasant, just odd.
Matthew began to work him with gentle penetrative motions and curling movements.
"You're so tight!" Matthew groaned, thrusting forward a little to rub his cock against the sheets impatiently. It was true. Alfred was obviously unaccustomed to this and he had a vice-like grip on Matthew's finger.
"I could call my office if you want" Alfred joked "and ask them to relax border security."
The light laughter that escaped him helped Alfred to relax and allowed Matthew to gently insert a second finger causing Alfred's brow to furrow at the stinging, painful, sensation. Matthew worked to soothe him by adding more lubrication and stroking his sensitive insides causing the pain to be tainted with sudden bursts of pleasure that slowly overpowered and erased the pain.
When Matthew suddenly found the spot inside Alfred that had him clutching Matthew's shoulders and gasping his name he looked up with a smile before adding a third finger and replied.
"I think we'll be getting back to the days before passports soon, eh?"
Matthew took the noises of pleasure coming from Alfred's throat as assent.
Alfred shuddered involuntarily as Matthew stroked that sweet spot inside of him.
There was still a little residual fear in him but it was obvious from the way his legs spread wider thoughtlessly and his hips moved enthusiastically that he wanted this.
No he wanted more than this. He wanted far more than the three fingers that were currently filling, pleasuring, and preparing him.
"Mattie," He ran a hand through the northern nation's hair and whined. "I want more!"
"Don't you always?" Matthew joked leaning forward to nuzzle Al's cheek affectionately. "But are you sure?"
Alfred nodded. There was no going back at this point and he wanted Matthew all of him.
Matthew let his eyes wander over Alfred's body sprawled provocatively below him as he coated his eager erection in lube. Even like this Alfred excuded charisma and Matthew willingly let himself be charmed by it. He positioned himself at Alfred's entrance and took his southern brother firmly by the hips and watched Alfred's expression intently as he slowly pushed himself inside and gave in to both their carnal desires.
He watched as Alfred's kissable lips parted in a barely audible hiss of pain. He watched as his eyes widened at the feeling of being stretched in ways he never had before. He watched every flicker of emotion across Alfred's face and memorized it as if he was entitled to it as if it were his due a long time coming.
"Are you alright, love?" Matthew asked leaning in for a kiss.
Predictably Alfred brushed him off and laughed. "Of course!"
It was mostly true, it did hurt but Alfred took it stoically. He was the Hero.
"Why do you have to be so huge?" He teased biting his bottom lip suggestively. The impassioned look in his eyes implying he didn't really mind at all.
Matthew shook his head. "I'm just a bit bigger than you."
"Well," Alfred smirked proudly and thrust up into his own hand "I wouldn't like to take myself up the ass either."
"Is that so?" Matthew slipped a few more inches in causing Alfred to gasp and his breath to become strained as he felt himself being filled even more.
"We'll see if I can't change your mind, eh?"
Matthew pushed all the way in with a grunt of exertion.
Alfred was impossibly tight his inexperience with bottoming was obvious from this alone.
Alfred made no noise of discomfort but Matthew could tell it hurt from the stiffness of Alfred's posture and the way his eyes watered.
Not with tears, no, but from the pressure of being so completely stretched and filled in a way so foreign to his body.
Matthew stroked him reassuringly and began a steady rhythm, gently at first, giving Alfred time to adjust.
Matthew's head felt high and light, in shock that he was actually here, on top of Alfred, pushing inside of him. His body was grounded by animalistic desires urging him to push in deeper, to rut into the bewitching body he had in his hands.
He mastered himself until he knew he had found just the right angle when Alfred let out an arousing cry and clutched at Matthew's back, letting him know he'd stimulated his prostate. He bucked up fervently and told him in no uncertain terms.
"Right there Mattie! God yes right there!"
Alfred whimpered and pushed down on the large cock inside of him.
Matthew, his Matthew, was inside of him. All he could focus on were the broad shoulders, the alabaster skin, and chiseled chest of the man above him.
Oh god Mattie was beautiful. In Alfred's eyes He was all forest, taiga, and tundra, the ruggedness of the northern frontier. His golden hair so like Alfred's own recalled vast prairies and when the light hit his blue eyes it was reminiscent of illusive aurora.
To Alfred he was flawless and his perfect match. Alfred knew sometimes Matthew didn't feel special, didn't feel original, and he just wished he could find the right words to tell him how ridiculous that was, to show him that there was no one in the world like him, no one more beautiful, and no one he loved more.
Instead what came out was a wanton moan and terribly insufficient words "Fuck, Mattie, you're so gorgeous."
Matthew's only response was to tighten his grip on Alfred's hips and increase the pace and depth of his thrusts as he moved in and out of him. He leaned down to capture Alfred's lips that were half parted as he let ragged breaths escape him. Matthew dipped his tongue inside tasting him and drinking in the moans and gasps that arose from Alfred's throat as he pushed farther, faster, and harder into his heat.
Alfred was searing hot, tight and perfect. Matthew didn't want to be jealous, he didn't want to be possessive, he didn't want to be that guy but he couldn't help himself. Alfred, beautiful, strong, brave, completely indomitable Alfred was his in a way he couldn't be anyone else's.
Relationships between countries could be so fickle and so difficult to maintain through all the pressure and the conflict but Matthew firmly believed that Alfred would never open himself to anyone else the way he opened himself up to him and he was drunk on that fact.
Alfred's breath caressed Matthew's lips when he pulled away reminding him of the warm summer air of the south. The golden skin beneath his hands was like California sand and the blue eyes that watched him intently were hazed over with lust like wide open skies above the desert distorted by a heat mirage.
They were like opposite ends of a magnet inevitably drawn together. The conveniently labeled North and South at once unique and at once just the flip side of the other. Always opposing, always impossible to separate.
"Alfred." Matthew knotted his hands in golden hair thrusting harder and faster watching Alfred's hand working on his own hard, needy, erection as his cock slid in and out of him. Alfred was so beautiful spread out beneath him. His face colored a soft pink, Texas gone askew. Matthew moved his thumb to tease Nantucket causing Alfred to cry out and tremble at the touch. He reached up to pull Matthew's curl in retaliation, sending a wave of pleasure down his spine and propelling his hips to slam harder against Alfred's ass pushing himself deeper into the willing body beneath him.
"Come for me Al please" Matthew found himself begging as he felt near to his own completion. "I'm incomplete without you."
Alfred nodded panting hard, fist pumping himself furiously. His mind focused solely on the sensation of Matthew inside of him. Finally, finally, It felt like something he'd always been compelled towards and never acknowledged. The feeling of his beloved Matthew above him completed him and he understood fully the emotions behind the plea his northern twin had let slip because he was feeling them himself.
"I know, I know." Alfred's eyes locked on Matthew's as he spilled across his chest. "I need you too!"
The sight of it did Matthew in and he thrust as deeply and completely into Alfred as he could, releasing his tension with a cry as the world went white around him.
For a moment they were both perfectly still, as if shaken by what they'd just done, and then Alfred broke the moment with a loud, happy laugh and threw his arms around Matthew's neck.
He kissed his newly minted lover hard on the mouth. Was his ass sore? Yes. Had it hurt? Yes.
Was it amazing? Undoubtedly. Would he trade it for anything in the world? Never.
"So it was alright?" Matthew asked. His sheepishness returning as the fire inside him abated.
"Oh, Mattie!" Alfred would've jumped on top of him but he wasn't quite up to moving yet. Instead he settled for one of his patented crushing hugs, smearing the come from his belly to Matthew's. "Duh! It was epic, dude!"
"Heh." Matthew blushed and hid his face in Alfred's shoulder. "Epic, eh?"
Alfred cupped Matthew's jaw and guided him up for a kiss. "I love you, Matthew."
"Ah." Matthew blushed even harder. It wasn't like the times they'd said I love you before. It still held all the same emotions, the same meaning as before, but now it seemed so much more raw so much more exposed. "I love you too."
As the two lay back against the pillows Matthew cleaned them off with the sheet.
"I think we may have just flooded the great lakes." Alfred yawned.
Matthew snorted.
"No I'm serious I think Huron and Erie probably just splashed all over Michigan."
Alfred gestured dramatically.
"What is Michigan your prostate now?"
"You oughta know." Alfred winked "Since you were just shoving Southern Ontario into it repeatedly."
"What do you know?" Matthew teased and leaned over to kiss Alfred on the jaw. "You're not as bad at geography as I thought you were."
Somewhere between the kissing and the jabs back and forth the pair fell asleep in each other's arms and when they woke next the sun had set.
Matthew sighed happily and pulled Alfred tight against him.
He felt fully rested and apparently so did Alfred since the southern nation had been waiting for him to wake up.
"While you were out I dreamed up a Preamble."
Alfred teased as he kissed Matthew's chest.
"What?" Matthew asked his head still swimming from what they'd just done. "A Preamble to what?"
Alfred ran a finger lightly over one of Matthew's nipples "To my declaration."
"Hmm?" That got Matthew's attention and he focused on the blond who had just taken his nipple in his mouth. "Declaration?"
Alfred pulled back and fixed Matthew with a wicked grin. "Yes. My declaration of love."
Matthew blinked. "O-okay." Alfie was so weird sometimes.
Alfred cleared his throat for dramatic effect and sat up partially supporting himself with one arm so he was looking down over Matthew and began in his most official voice:
"I hold this truth to be self-evident, that all pancakes are not created equal and that all other nations pale in comparison to their well endowed creator who I grant certain unalienable rights, among these being love, loyalty and the pursuit of my happiness."
"YOUR happiness!" Matthew smacked Alfred on the back of his head, knocking him back against his chest. "Typical!"
Alfred laughed and curled his arms around Matthew's waist snuggling against him.
"Thought you'd like that."
Matthew couldn't help but smile and bury his face in Alfred's blond hair.
"Actually I think the "Well endowed" bit was my favorite part."
"Mmm yes." Alfred grinned. "Mine too. Well, that or the pancakes."
They lay there happily entwined in each other's arms, for how long, neither of them bothered to tell.
The moment was only broken when Matthew felt his stomach rumble lightly.
He had over slept and missed breakfast this morning and all he'd had on the plane was a measly bag of pretzels. It was time for an early supper in his opinion.
"Al," he ruffled the American's hair affectionately. "We should get up let's go get dinner."
"No!" Alfred clutched Matthew tighter in protest burrowing into his warmth with head resting on Matt's stomach.
"What?" Matthew was reeling. Did Alfred just say no to food? He checked his pulse. Well, he was still alive. "Did you say no?"
"Comfy." Al grumbled "Don't wanna move."
"But..." Matthew stuttered unsure what to make of it or what to do about his heavy twin who had him trapped underneath him. "Well I'M hungry." Matthew finally asserted.
"Candy drawer." Alfred sleepily gestured to the bedside table.
Matthew snorted. "Only soap opera obsessed housewives keep candy drawers."
"Shut the fuck up." Alfred protested "Candy drawers are cool."
Matthew reached over and pulled out the top drawer of Alfred's nightstand to find it bursting with all kinds of chocolates, jellies, fruit snacks and candy bars. You name it, it was there.
Matthew laughed. "So where do you keep your romance novels?"
'Oh yeah?' Alfred thought. 'Wanna insinuate I'm some kind of old school desperate housewife? It's on!'
Al sat up and straddle Matthew who had chosen a mini snickers bar.
"Romance novels? I don't know what you're talking about." He grinned. "Though I may have some Captain Canuck comics under my mattress."
Matthew paled. Alfred had to be joking. "You do not!"
"You don't know" Alfred winked "I might."
"That's wrong!" Matthew gaped. "He's a comic book hero you can't... you can't do that kind of thing!"
"Ah come on," Alfred teased "like you've never had it off to Superman or something?"
"I'm not sick like you!" Matthew defended. "And Superman is half mine."
"Oh?" Alfred raised an eyebrow. "It's about national origin now? like you're the only one allowed to jack off to Captain Canuck? That's Stingy Matthew. I gave you the entire DC and Marvel universes and this is how you repay me?"
Matthew shook his head in horror.
"What is wrong with you? Are you trying to destroy childhoods? I would never think about Captain Canuck like that!"
"Nah" Alfred teased grabbing a peanut butter cup out of his candy drawer. "I guess that's my thing right? You're obviously more of a Captain America man."
"Now see here!" Matthew flushed red in frustration. "If I WAS going to jack off to a superhero obviously I'd choose Captain Canuck over Captain America but I'm not a perv-"
Alfred interrupted "What about Nelvana? She had some sweet cans..."
'Oh hell no.' Matthew thought. He'd teach that hoser to talk about Nelvana like that.
Matthew totally lost it punching Alfred in the face.
"Augh! DONT TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! I HATE YOU!"
His southern brother just laughed it off and continued his diatribe.
"I'd like to see her and Wonder Woman and a huge tub of jello..."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Matthew continued his ineffective pummeling. "You're completely bereft of morality!"
Realizing that Alfred was doing nothing but laughing and pretending to swat him away Matthew gave up and turned away pouting.
"I bet you prefer Guardian anyway."
Alfred laughed. "No way dude. Everyone knows Wolverine is the ultimate Canadian superhero."
He took Matthew's hand in his own and squeezed. "After my Maple Maverick of course."
Matthew blushed. "Shut up. You just like Wolverine because he was bros with Captain America."
Al shrugged and poked Matthew under the ribs "Whatever. When are you going to let me tour Department H?"
Matthew rolled his eyes. Alfred had only been asking him about this since Marvel invented it.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Department H doesn't exist!"
"It exists! I know it!" Alfred squeezed him tight shaking his head and refusing to acknowledge the possibility that the Canadian Department of Defense didn't really have a secret branch for training Superheros.
"Grow up!" Matthew shook his head "and to think you've been independent longer!"
Alfred's stomach suddenly growled. "Hey let's go get dinner!"
Matthew sighed. "I only just suggested that!"
He followed as Al sprang to his feet, already dressing and rambling about where they should go to celebrate and get some decent food.
…...
Note: In case it isn't recognizable to any non-US readers, the "Preamble" Alfred writes is a rip off of the preamble to the US declaration of independence. Also, I wish I lived in Michigan now.